That’s how my life feels right now…oh and just a disclaimer…bring some cheese because there is A LOT of whine in this blog post.
I’m tired. Very very tired. Oh what? Everything.
I’m tired of going to a job I hate every day.
I’m tired of fighting with my husband every day.
I’m tired of listening to my kids whine and cry every day.
I’m tired of the yelling and screaming that seems to be a constant every day.
I’m tired of not being happy. And I’m not happy a lot anymore.
It seems like things in my house are going from bad to worse lately. John and I are constantly snapping at each other. We are not happy……well, I’m not happy with the way life is going in my house.
Grace’s snarkiness is going from bad to worse at home. When asked yesterday why she answered daddy back in a nasty tone she said “Because I’m tired of you yelling at me all day”. Sigh.
This especially makes me sad because it brings back my childhood. I spent a great deal of time thinking that my father didn’t like me. I don’t want to see that for Grace. It makes me sad.
I think I had great expectations for myself, John and the girls this weekend. I really thought there wouldn’t be any fighting or yelling or crying. I thought maybe, things would change over night. But I’m dillusional…and wrong.
We ran a lot of errands on Saturday morning after very little sleep Friday night, the result of a terrible thunder storm and two kids who were terrified (and in my case, taking one of those kids to sleep in another bedroom). I’m not a pleasant person when I don’t get a lot of sleep.
So we did Target, then pit stops here and there. Target didn’t go so well…or maybe it did. What do I know? Can I really expect an almost 5 year old and an almost 3 year old to be perfectly quiet at all times? Or is a bit of singing with raised voices acceptable? They were screaming and throwing a tantrum. They were singing. But it pushed John’s buttons…therefore pushing mine.
I’m trying McMamma's one finger only rule which seems to work. Honestly? I really think our expectations are just outrageous. I feel that all we do is nit pick the kids to death.
When I mentioned this to John yesterday…his response was “Well, I remember telling you that a while ago”. So, I guess it all goes back to me. It’s all my fault. Everything is my fault. (I told you there was alone of whine in this post).
Sunday we decided to try a baseball game. We live 10 minutes from the local Yankee afilliate so we went. HOT HOT HOT day……and ½ an inning (the first inning), the skies opened up and it poured. And while we waited under cover for the rain to stop, the girls…went amuk. Now…some goofing off I can handle, but it was crowded and I didn’t want them to get lost or hurt. We ended up leaving. Then both girls stared running away from me while John went to get the car and I lost my cool. They lost TV (which is precious). They both fell asleep in the car on the way home (remember 10 minutes) but neither would stay asleep when we got home. And unfortunately, I got frustrated. Expensive ½ inning baseball game.
John started working in the dining room and wouldn’t speak to me so I stormed upstairs and put the laundry away. I heard yelling and crying from downstairs. Same old crap, different day.
Grace decided she wanted to take a nap. So she did and John finished up and took Ava outside in her bathing suit to wash my car. She had fun. Grace woke up, she had fun. They played in the sprinkler with their umbrella’s.
Then it was bath time…and then they just disintegrated again. Dinner didn’t go much better. While Ava ate her dinner, Grace played with hers. Then Ava asked for some cereal….which she promptly started throwing on the floor, Rice Krispies for that matter. Then there was the spilled milk, the laughing. Then the meltdown when I took their dinners away.
On top of all of this, I’m/we are dealing with a separation anxiety/I don’t want to go to school issue with Grace. Every night the crying starts. “I don’t want to go to school”, “I miss you”, “I love you”, “I’m afraid you won’t pick me up”. Same thing every morning. Some mornings she makes herself so upset she gets a stomach ache and thinks she’s going to be sick. I just don’t understand where this is coming from.
Things have to change at my house. I’m tired of the yelling, the screaming, the crying (from me and the kids). I’m tired of being unhappy. I’m tired of hating the weekends.
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